My Blind Husband

These were the media outlets that Heather had shown Cherise earlier, featuring those fake news articles.

Within an instant, every trending topic on Twitter was related to the news.

Everyone could not believe their eyes.

It is worth noting that Damien rarely ever made a statement or post using his personal account.

And even when he did, it was very formal and procedural.

His last Twitter post was a New Year’s greeting from last year, and the one before that was a New Year’s greeting from the year before.

The man who only posts ‘Happy New Year’ on Twitter every year actually wrote such a lengthy post today for Cherise!?

The various media outlets mentioned by Mr. Hampson started apologizing under the Twitter post. They came in one after the other, and an endless string of notifications popped up.

‘Mr. Lenoir, the news from our newspaper today was written by a temporary worker. Please forgive us for our inexperience. We will delete it immediately!’

‘Mr. Lenoir, our reporter’s information was incorrect. We deeply apologize for causing trouble to your wife!’

‘Mr. Lenoir, if there is anything we can do to compensate Mrs. Lenoir, we will do our utmost to make amends!’

After eating his meal, Damien rechecked his Twitter account again and noticed that some of the reporters mentioned the word “compensation” in their tweets.

The corner of his lips crooked up as he made another post: ‘My wife enjoys eating drumsticks.”

phone to Cherise, stating that he

it

work today, but she

had her phone with her, she would inevitably be distracted by texting Heather

a

her phone and immersed herself

shareholders’ information, utterly engrossed in her work that by the

was already dark outside.

elegantly sat in front of her desk, his dark- colored eyes fixed on her.

her, Cherise finally looked up from the stack of documents

gazes locked; one opened wide with surprise, and the other stared warmly back at her as if enveloping her with its

gaze caused Cherise’s cheeks to blush slightly. “What… what

beautiful when you’re focused,” Damien replied earnestly. His deep voice reverberated within her body.

to compliment

deepened; she gulped involuntarily as the weight of his words

then she gave him a look as if trying to reprimand him for teasing her. She took a quick glance

already eight o’clock at night!

grumbling as she packed up. “Why didn’t you call me

“Cherry…”

Mr. Hampson and Frances pick them